George W. Bush - My Fake Diary

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

October, 2009 (Later the same day at Dad's)

Dear Diary,

W. Again.

Poor old dad, I'm beginning to worry about him. He's been making some mistooks lately and I hope it's not Oldtimers Disease.

It started while mama was in the hospital and you know the joke about the chocolate covered peanuts, Diary? No? Well, mom can't eat nuts because of her diversitckulais so she just ate the chocolate so she spits out the nuts and dad comes along, finds her asleeping and helps himself to some of those nuts.

That was bad enough but after coming home, mama took an enema pill and it came back out so she asked for some laxatives.

Anyway, dad is in there in the dark and he takes what he thought mama had his vitamin pill laid out for him.

I heard the gagging in the other room.

He had realized he had made another mistook but it was a bitter pill for him to admit it.

It worked, by the way. There's one sitting in each bathroom so I brought this with me to write in.

W.